Jenny POV
As I strolled down the winding streets of the old town, the faded streetlights casting long shadows behind me, my mind began to wander and reflect on my life's journey. The worn cobblestone pavement beneath my feet seemed to echo the turmoil of my past. I passed by quaint shops and cafes, their cheerful signs and bustling atmosphere a stark contrast to the emptiness I felt within.
My name is Jenny Core's, and my story is one of resilience. I'm an orphan, having lost my parents at the tender age of twelve, leaving me alone and vulnerable in this world. The small inheritance they left for me was cruelly taken away by my aunt, forcing me into an orphanage.
Initially, they were hesitant to accept me, but eventually, they did. However, I couldn't shake off the feeling of not belonging, so I made the difficult decision to run away.
For a time, I was forced to sleep on the very streets I now walked, struggling to survive. But fate intervened when I met Mr. Bason, a kind-hearted man who took me under his wing and treated me like his own child. He provided for me, supported me, and encouraged me to pursue my education.
Thanks to his unwavering guidance and support, I successfully completed high school and went on to graduate from college with a degree in Business Administration. I'm proud to say that I'm a graduate, and I owe it all to him.
I cherished him with my life and would fiercely protect him at all costs. Finding stable employment had been a struggle, as I often got dismissed by staff members in various companies. I wondered if they simply didn't want to hire anyone new, leading them to behave in such a hostile manner.
Despite these setbacks, I eventually secured a job as a waiter at the renowned Macos restaurant, which paid well and brought me joy. Lost in thought, I wandered further than I intended, but the sound of distressing noises from a nearby corner snapped me back to reality.
I approached the source and found four guys harassing a girl, ignoring her pleas to stop. I recognized them as the notorious bullies who terrorized girls in our area. I couldn't stand idly by and watch them continue their abuse. With a surge of adrenaline, I discreetly removed one of my high heels and concealed it behind me, preparing to intervene.
"Let me go, you idiots!" she shouted, her voice ranting with anger. "If my brother finds out what you're doing to me, he'll kill you all!"
The leader sneered, his hand reaching for her breast, but I intervened, shouting "Excuse me!" and catching his attention.
His eyes shifted to me, and I asked, "Have you seen one of my high heels? I seem to have lost it."
One of the guys replied, "No," and I said, "Okay, I'll leave then." But the leader snarled, "No, you can't leave now. There's no point of return."
I asked, "Why?" and he sneered, "Let me show you." He signaled to his accomplices, Red and Champ, who moved towards me. But I was prepared. With my knowledge of karate, I swiftly hit one guy's groin and used the heel I had hidden behind my back to strike the second guy's eyes.
The third guy approached, and I threw my heel directly at him, hitting his groin. He fell to the ground, wincing in pain, like the others. The leader, enraged, pulled out a knife and charged at me. I dodged the attack and removed my shoe to hit his manhood. He fell to the floor, growling in agony. I grabbed the girl's hand, and we ran as fast as we could, stopping only when we reached the busy streets.
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As the convoy of five sleek, tinted Rolls-Royces glided through the gates of the Ellison Estate, the majestic scenery unfolded before their eyes. The gates, adorned with intricate ironwork and emblazoned with the estate's crest, swung open automatically, allowing the luxury vehicles to enter.
The cars proceeded down a winding driveway, flanked by immaculately manicured lawns and towering palm trees, before coming to a gentle halt in front of a stunning villa. The villa's facade was a masterclass in modern architecture, with clean lines, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a gleaming white exterior that seemed to radiate an aura of sophistication.
As the lead car stopped, a fit and slender figure emerged, dressed in a tailored black tuxedo suit that exuded elegance and refinement. With purposeful strides, the individual walked straight to the villa's entrance, where a sleek, silver door handle seemed to gleam in anticipation.